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My wife, Susan, and I often fall into opposite sites of  corners when it comes to our favor of seasons. I fall ( no pun) into a general dislike of  things falling and fading. She is quick to remind me of my like of fall colors and of change in general, the flavor of turkey and pumpkin. The damp smells and subtle earthy color. She makes me see how it is is not so much  dying and dormancy. Rather a time of rest and hibernation. A time of rest and rebirth. Fading turns to endless warm tones of gold, brown and red.

Much like fall, change slowly overtakes me and peace filters up through the soles of my shoes and into my heart.

And so I pause. Move slowly. Take time to see, smell and feel the change. The rust tones fill me and i long for a slice of warm pumpkin pie with a dollop of whipped cream. I also receive the addied bonus of finding that hearts  that have grown close to us come to understand the inside of us better than we see.   monos en theos……jas L

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #866- Autumn falls

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My Autumn Leaves

“I watch the woods for deer as if I’m armed.
I watch the woods for deer who never come.
I know the hes and shes in autumn
rendezvous in orchards stained with fallen
apples’ scent. I drive my car this way to work
so I may let the crows in corn believe
it’s me their caws are meant to warn,
and snakes who turn in warm and secret caves
they know me too. They know the boy
who lives inside me still won’t go away.
The deer are ghosts who slip between the light
through trees, so you may only hear the snap
of branches in the thicket beyond hope.
I watch the woods for deer, as if I’m armed.”
                                                                  BRUCE WEIGL
Along with the coming of November comes our first frost…
stay warm & young at heart…†…monos en theos…jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #851…Fall still life fun

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I am always reading of the artist that had their creative nature snuffed at an early age by well meaning adults. I was fortunate to have two grandparents that were artists. They even both had separate studios in their home.

It was always a grand adventure to wander about their tools. The tubes, palette knifes, brushes of all sizes and shapes. It always made me wonder why my watercolor paint kit for school was so limited with the one brush and only eight colors.

I was encouraged to slop paint and to attempt to create the visions that danced in my imagination. My canvases never reflected the beauty that their hearts could move hands to create the beauty that lived in their hearts.

Yet, I was always told it was okay that my paintings did not look like theirs. We were all different and so we laid down paint differently. What love and encouragement I was shown and given.

Now I have photoshop and the best wonder of it is that using it always brings back the fun I had as a child. It is such fun to press a few keys and pretend I have the talent of my loving  Grandparents: James Wesley and Grace.

Create YOUR art in YOUR image…†…monos en theos…jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #847…Hints of Red

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Having moved from Southwest Texas to North Central Texas, we really went from one extreme to another. We moved almost as far from one corner of the state to the other. From the Rio to the Red.

One of the pleasures has been the actual slow approach of fall. We seem to really have a fall. Well. as much as one could expect in Texas. Southwest Texas always seemed like to shift from hot to a week or two of comfortable coolness and then wham, a “blue norther” would blow in and every leaf went from green to dead.

I am relaxing with the slowness of North Central Texas. We are closer to East Texas and people just move at a slower pace. I have a theory that it has a little to do with how mother nature moves. I think the people, like the leaves, grow to reflect that movement.

So, I am enjoying the slowness of the coming of Winter and getting to rest in the reassurance of slow change.  Green to red is much nicer than green to dead. I trust that it works with humans as well as leaves!

None the less, I am getting the fireplace ready for use…†…monos en theos…jim

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Fall, leaves, fall

BY EMILY BRONTË

“Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.”
May you find warmth in the change…†…monos en theos…jim

Shades of Gray from Grayson Co, TX #826 – ENDINGS & BEGININGS

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The greens are losing their grip

showing wear

Softness fading to crisp

Forecast of coolness

Green becomes gold

and yet a freshness prevails

 

A change going come, embrace it!…monos en theos…†…jim

 

IMAGES OF SMALL THINGS FROM THE BIGGEST COUNTY IN TEXAS #626 – SOUTHWESTERN FALL

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I found one lone red leaf on our little oak tree. Lucky me.

Freefall

If you have one hour of air

and many hours to go,

you must breathe slowly.

If you have one arm’s length

and many things to care for,

you must give freely.

If you have one chance to know God

and many doubts, you must

set your heart on fire.

We are blessed.

Every day is a chance.

We have two arms

Fear wastes air.   Mark Nepo

Find a visual blessing for yourself today! ††† en theos ††† jw